Narrator: And why I was I up so early? Because I was going out hunting all alone. First I put on my bombachas and tied on my chiripa. Then I slipped into my new botas. And I put my boleadoras where I could reach them in a hurry. Gauchito, not forgetting my hunting knife.
Narrator: It was early one morning in spring time. Just as day was beginning to break. As the sun came up over the... Oh. But I am forgetting my story. It was silent out there on the pampas. Only one little bird was awake. From his nest came the little hornero to see if the... Oh, say. Do you know why this bird's called the hornero? No?
Yeah.
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Narrator: And now I was ready to go.
But the little gauchito placed a knife at the wrong part of his clothes and his whole pants falls off.
Narrator: Ah.
Well, time for next part before we hit the sack.
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Boy: ...? *grabs knife*
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Narrator: And why I was I up so early? Because I was going out hunting all alone. First I put on my bombachas and tied on my chiripa. Then I slipped into my new botas. And I put my boleadoras where I could reach them in a hurry. Gauchito, not forgetting my hunting knife.
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Our heroes: ...
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Narrator: You see, his nest is just like the horno. That's the oven where we make our bread and out...
But then, a shadow of a boy shows at the light beside the horno. It was a little boy heading to it to get dressed.
Narrator: (chuckles) Oh. You know who that is? That's me, when I was a little gauchito. Many, many years ago, of course.
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Jeremy: Yeah. Why?
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Nicole: ...
Gabrielle: ...
Narrator: It was early one morning in spring time. Just as day was beginning to break. As the sun came up over the... Oh. But I am forgetting my story. It was silent out there on the pampas. Only one little bird was awake. From his nest came the little hornero to see if the... Oh, say. Do you know why this bird's called the hornero? No?
Trill: Uh-uh. Why?
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Michael: ...
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Narrator: (chuckles) And now, everyoen, how would you like to hear a story about another bird so amazing you won't believe it?
Donald: Oh, sure. You bet.
Zorron: So, what kind of story is this one about, Narrator? And what's it told by?
Narrator: It's a tale told by old gaucho from Uruguay. Listen.
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